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“Are you a programmer, too?” I ask.
Mikhail closes the door without giving me an answer. Maybe that’s for the best. Considering what I’m about to do, I shouldn’t be making small talk.
Going to Dimitri’s room, I slowly push the door open, trying to think what a man like him would want in this situation. Should I just slide into bed next to him and start touching him? Maybe I can pretend he’s Mikhail. I can close my eyes and picture his brother instead. I feel sick.
Dimitri isn’t in the bedroom, but I can hear the shower running from the en suite. I go to the door, almost stop myself at the last second, and then knock. Part of me hopes he takes the lead, grabs me, and gets it over. Hopefully, he doesn’t need me to be any specific way: moan, move, or do anything.
I don’t want to do this, but then Dimitri responds.
CHAPTER 4
MIKHAIL
The world is a joke and not a funny one. I pace around the bedroom, my computer completely forgotten, my chest feeling like it’s burning with rage, passion, and a severe sense of ownership. When I heard the floorboards creaking, I opened the door, expecting to find Ania sleepwalking.
But what I saw instead …
Even with the bitter hatred twisting through me, I can’t stop wanting and needing her. She was wearing a bathrobe, the perfect shapeliness of her legs on full display. Was she naked underneath?
When she asked me if I was a programmer, I blanked her. I can’t let myself learn more about her or, worse, flirt with her. I’ll only want her more. I need to get a grip on this. I’m unsure how long I pace, but I can’t sit still. My instincts are telling me to run into Dimitri’s bedroom and pull him away from her. I feel like I’m in physical pain.
“Fuck,” I grunt, heading for my bedroom door.
I know this is the stupidest thing I could do. I’m supposed to be loyal to the Sokolov Bratva, not my hunger. I’m especially not supposed to kick down the door while my brother and his wife-to-be are having sex for the first time. Yet, with each step, I feel more confident. This hunger deep within tells me this is the right thing to do—theonlything to do.
As I pull open the door, my head is rushing. Typically, my mind is a battleground of code and ideas and, sometimes, the bad things I’ve done to keep this Bratva going. I’ve never done anything evil, but I’ve hurt people. Maybe they deserved it, but still. I’ve never wanted to harm my older brother, not seriously, anyway.
That’s changing now. I can’t stop thinking about Mila with Dimitri, their bodies intertwined, grinding together in a way that makes me feel so sick I think I might puke. Theideaof them together makes me want to hurt something. If I see them, what then? I love Dimitri, even if he can be a cold bastard. I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t let anyone else touch her, either.
I turn down the hallway, my fists clenched at my sides. Then I hear Dimitri’s door open. Instinct sends me partially down the nearest hallway. I press myself against the wall, my heartbeat loud in my ears, listening for a snatch of conversation
or … Hell, I can’t pretend I’ve got aplanhere.
When Mila walks past me, she’s alone. Her eyes are red, as though she’s been crying. What the fuck? What did Dimitri say to her? What did hedo? I can’t imagine my brother doing anything to hurt an innocent, especially a woman, but I’m sure her eyes were red. Instead of turning toward Dimitri’s room, I leave the hallway and go the same way Mila did.
I catch up with her on the staircase. She turns, looking up at me. My rod gets stiff right away. The top part of her bathrobe is slightly open, revealing the shape of her round, plump tits. I walk down the stairs to stop staring at her because I have to.
“Why are you crying?” I say.
“I’m not.”
“Whywereyou crying then, smartass?”
“Just …” She shivers. “He says he doesn’twant this, but what about Drake?”
“Who’s Drake?” I ask.
“My brother.” She adjusts her bathrobe, maybe because I keep glancing at her body without meaning to.
“Wait, slow down. Dimitri said you don’t have to be together?”
Mila shakes her head. “He said he doesn’t want this, andifit were up to him, we wouldn’t ever get married. He also said I can have a comfortable life here and would have the best of everything. I was so stunned that I didn’t even mention my brother. What will happen to him? Will I ever get to see him if I do marry Dimitri?”
“Dimitri said he doesn’t want to marry you?” I ask, my head swimming.
“Yeah,” Mila replies, “but I don’t see how we can stop this. My dad said he and your dad arranged it before …” She pauses, giving me a searching look as if she wants to see the effect this has had on me. With her so close, her scent moving around her, her heat screaming at me, I can’t think about anything else. “Idon’t see how we can back out of that. We’ve got three weeks to get married.”
“Or find a way out,” I growl.
